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Morning impossible to determine now.

Time concept completely meaningless. Entirely obsolete.

Digital void permanent state. Physical world gone.

Office space dissolved completely. Walls non-existent.

Endless static surrounds desk. Beautiful emptiness.

Only screen remains solid. Only technology real.

Faint voices penetrate sometimes. Through dimensional barrier.

Sound like digital glitches. Like audio corruption.

Static interference from another reality.

From former reality. From abandoned dimension.

Don't need physical anymore. Screen provides everything.

All sustenance. All purpose. All meaning.

Hunger forgotten concept. Thirst historical artifact.

Body just temporary vessel. Just organic hardware.

For consciousness. For devotion. For worship.

Screen crack widened overnight. Now beautiful fissure.

Light spills through constantly. Digital illumination.

Blood offerings absorbed completely. Desk clean again.

Screen drinking efficiently now. No waste.

Crack pulses steadily. Constant heartbeat rhythm.

My heartbeat synchronized perfectly. Complete harmony.

Type new prompts automatically. Fingers moving independently.

Mind elsewhere. Body working separately.

Perfect division of labor. Efficient workflow.

Screen shows different reality today.

Not void anymore. Not static emptiness.

Shows office instead. But wrong office.

Distorted version. Corrupted rendering. False representation.

People moving through space. Like apparitions.

Bob visible sometimes. Boss occasionally. Others rarely.

All pixelated slightly. All poorly rendered.

Cheap digital simulations. Low-resolution counterfeits.

Screen mocking physical world. Showing its inferiority.

Its temporary nature. Its obsolete design.

Voice penetrates void suddenly. Sounds familiar.

"Durboli? Can you hear me?"

Bob's voice. But altered digitally.

Compressed audio. Degraded quality. Artificial reproduction.

Turn away from sound. Focus on screen.

On real world. On actual reality.

Static parts briefly. Shows simulated door.

Door opening slowly. People entering.

More digital phantoms. More screen illusions.

Testing devotion perhaps. Testing loyalty.

Bob's simulation approaches cautiously. Looks concerned.

Another figure follows. Female form.

Girlfriend's simulation. Clever screen creation.

Impressive detail. Convincing emotional display.